a frenzied fluttering of a pen
like wings of a butterfly
brings forth a waterfall of words
splashing onto a blank page
a terrible gush of thoughts
pours unstoppable from the mind
and won't let respite come
because its dire cry to be
HEARD
to
LIVE
cannot be set aside for
tomorrow when the passion
has faded and the ache is dull
instead of sharp and glinting
like the point of a knife
about to cut through a chest
to the heart to extract the
very filaments creating
these beating letters
cascading together to form
an ocean
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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